Red Alert! K-dot Lyrics on control

Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit/So
many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam
in this shit
So many bombs, make Farrakhan think
Saddam in this bitch/One at a time, I line
’em up and bomb on they mom while she
watchin’ the kids
I’m in a destruction mode if the gold
exists/
I’m important like the pope/I’m a muslim
on pork/I’m Makaveli’s offspring, I’m the
king of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle
them both /The juggernaut’s all in your
jugular, you take me for jokes
Live in the basement, church pews and
funeral faces/Cartier bracelets/for my
women friends I’m in Vegas
Who the fuck y’all thought it’s supposed to
be?/If Phil Jackson came back, still no
coachin’ me
I’m uncoachable, I’m unsociable/Fuck y’all
clubs, fuck y’all pictures, your Instagram
can gobble these nuts
Gobble dick up ’til you hiccup, my big
homie Kurupt/This the same flow that put
the rap game on a crutch
I’ve seen niggas transform like villain
Decepticons/Mollies’ll prolly turn these
niggas to fuckin’ Lindsay Lohan
A bunch of rich-ass white girls lookin’ for
parties/Playin with Barbies/wreck the
Porsche before you give ’em the car key
Judgement to the monarchy/blessings to
Paul McCartney/You called me a black
Beatle, I’m either that or a Marley
I don’t smoke crack motherfucker I sell it/
I’m dressed in all black, this is not for the
fan of Elvis
I’m aiming straight for your pelvis, you
can’t stomach me/You plan on stumpin’
me?/Bitch, I’ve been jumped before you
put a gun on me
Bitch, I put one on yours, I’m Sean
Connery/James Bonding with none of you
niggas, climbing 100 mil in front of me
And I’m gonna get it even if you’re in the
way/And if you’re in it, better run for Pete’s
sake
I heard the barbershops spittin’ great
debates all the time/Bout who ‘s the best
MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas
Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y’all/New
niggas just new niggas, don’t get involved
And I ain’t rockin no more designer shit/
White T’s and Nike Cortez, this is red
Corvettes anonymous
I’m usually homeboys with the same
niggas I’m rhyming wit’/But this is
hip-hop and them niggas should
know what time it is
And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big
KRIT, Wale/Pusha T, Meek Mill, A$AP
Rocky, Drake
Big Sean, Jay Electron’, Tyler, Mac
Miller/I got love for you all but I’m
tryna murder you niggas
Tryna make sure your core fans never
heard of you niggas/They dont wanna
hear not one more noun or verb from
you niggas
What is competition? I’m trying to raise
the bar high/Who tryin’ to jump and get
it? You better off tryin’ to skydive
Out the exit window of five G5’s with five
grand/With your granddad as the pilot he
drunk as fuck tryin’ to land
With the hand full of arthritis and popping
prosthetic leg/Bumpin Pac in the cockpit
so the shit that pops in his head
Is an option of violence, someone heard
the stewardess said/That your parachute is
a latex condom hooked to a thread

Red Everything Movement

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